monday, 3:06pm.bird seed everywhere, in my hair and on my plate.leering from around the corners of the dead cottonwoods, trees full of angles.angels closing in beyond their sharpness, avoiding contact on a wing.pretending beaks threatening to bite them off and make them round.raven plummeting to the ground and then the rescue begins.some words about a friend's paintings: HOT here now, i like good sweat...these are good!! yellow caves, inners and outers, palaces of refuge, home or treehouse, all things, beautiful colors, and summer... mountain lion dreams.